Savor You (Fusion #5)(12)

“I’m not done,” I remind them. “So, after we’d been living together for maybe three or four months, I missed a period.”

“Oh God.” Cami covers her mouth with her hands.

I nod. “I didn’t mention it for a few days, hoping that I would just start, but I didn’t. So I told him, and he wasn’t freaking out. Not like I thought he would. He just went out and bought a pregnancy test.”

“Oh my God,” Cami says again.

I swallow hard and stand with my back to them, looking out on their backyard.

“It was positive. That was on a Thursday evening. I called the doctor the next day, but they couldn’t get me in until Tuesday. I was so fucking scared. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to trap him into being with me. That’s just stupid.”

I turn back to face them again.

“And we weren’t technically a couple. He’d never said I love you. And neither did I, to be honest. But he decided, right then and there, that we were getting married.”

“What?” Landon demands.

“Yeah. I know. Dumb. But we were twenty, and he said he was going to do the right thing. We got all caught up in the idea of it all, and the next thing I knew, we were standing in the courthouse, signing a marriage license and got married on the spot.”

“You got fucking married?” Landon yells.

“Don’t yell at me now, you idiot; it was ten years ago, and I’m not married anymore.” I roll my eyes and pace some more. “So I went to the doctor on that Tuesday, and it turned out that I wasn’t pregnant.”

“You lost the baby?” Cami asks.

“No. I was never pregnant. It was a false positive. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. He only married me because I was pregnant, and I wasn’t pregnant. So, I went back to the apartment and packed my things and left.”

“You didn’t even talk to him?” Landon asks.

“I left him a note that basically said that I wasn’t pregnant and now he could go find someone to love for real. I came back to Portland and went to school here.”

“Did you ever hear from him again?”

“Not until the other day when he walked into our bar.” I take a deep breath and look up to find them staring at me like I’m a complete moron. “What?”

“So, you just left, and didn’t try to have an adult conversation with the man?” Landon asks and I suddenly feel so foolish.

“I’m a horrible human being.” I cover my eyes and fight the tears that want to come. “But to be fair, he didn’t chase after me. But yes, I’m horrible.”

“No, you were twenty. And scared,” Cami says. “You were upset and afraid of being rejected by him.”

“I truly thought that the baby was the only reason he married me.”

“Well, that may be true,” Landon says. “But he definitely cared about you. If he wasn’t into you and the relationship, he would have had an entirely different reaction when you told him you might be pregnant.”

“He’s right,” Cami says with a nod. “And if you’d called to talk to one of us, we would have told you that.”

“I fucked up so bad,” I whisper. “I have to apologize. Right now. Tonight.”

I head inside the house, and Cami and Landon follow me.

“It’s almost ten in the evening,” Cami says. “This will keep one more night.”

“It’s already been ten years,” Landon reminds me.

“No.” I shake my head and grab my bag and keys. “I need to do this now.”

I rush to the front door and then stop cold.

“What’s wrong?” Cami asks.

I turn to her and let the tears fall. “I don’t know where he’s staying.”

“Aw, sugar, you’re tired.” Landon wraps his arms around me and hugs me close. I haven’t let anyone get this close to me physically in a long time, and it feels so good. “You can talk to him in the morning.”

“Yeah.” I sniffle and wipe my nose on his shirt.

“Did you just do what I think you did?”

“You’re still hugging me,” I reply, as if that explains it all. “You get what you get.”

“You really are a horrible human being,” he says.

“I know.” I sigh and finally hug him back. “I’m a bad person.”

“It’s okay.” Cami pats my back. “We’re still keeping you.”





Chapter Four





Camden


I don’t know why I’m pounding on the restaurant door for the sixth time. No one answered the first five times, so the likelihood of them answering now is, well, unlikely.

It’s almost eight, and Mia’s still not here. Of course, I don’t have her number. I’ll be rectifying that situation today.

In the meantime, where the fuck is she?

I pace on the sidewalk. Traffic is heavy now with people scrambling to get to work. I’ve almost been trampled twice by speed walkers, so I lean against the brick wall and sip my coffee.

Mia’s is getting cold.

When she doesn’t arrive by eight, I call Trevor.